Faithful And Fallen Series Novels & Stories

Calista wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lean into him. “Don’t make excuses for him, he meant it, otherwise he wouldn’t have said it.” I say with a sigh. This is bad, and it’s my fault. Have I given them reason to doubt me? Have I given them reason to not trust me? No, I haven’t. Since I found out about them I have not kissed or slept with anyone else. I have been 100% faithful even if I didn’t want them, but them. I know it’s wrong to use it, but tough shit. They weren’t faithful. I died for them; I came back for them and they have doubts about me. They can literally go to Hell right now.

Madison and Hughley decided that they would stay in touch constantly with each other and with Beverly . The next day Madison, Trevor, April G and Trevor teleported themselves to Avalon. They landed close to location of the church and began waiting for their aid. “The Faithless has a lot of sources in the human world. They understand our ritual and approve of our ethics that’s why they provide us support, whenever needed,” she explained to June. “I think our guy is here,” Trevor said, pointing towards a middle-aged man who looked like a stereotype of a banker. “I’m sorry, have you been waiting long?” he asked cheerfully.

“You are my fiance, so I need to know where you go and what you do” “As a security guard or what, please I want to do something with my precious time” “Should I come in” Warren asked “Come in, faith rushed to the window he was standing down stairs” Faith turned off her phone screen. “he is everywhere” “I'm coming through the window” Her phone buzzed again. She texted back “this is the third floor, hope you know” “Of course” “Then if you fall, that's none of my business. “ don't worry I won't fall”

“She loved you so much, that I regret what I did.” “But it was your job, right?” I said as I closed the piano. Faith scoffed. “My job? Sometimes I wonder what my actual job is,” Faith sighed, “Allorah used to tell me that maybe my job wasn’t to take lives, but to fix that corrupt soul into light, just like her.” “You where opposites, right?” I asked, intrigued. “Yes,” Faith said, looking over his shoulder and smiling. “She was the light, and I was the darkness. But… I really wasn’t darkness… that was you.”

Faith gasped as soon as Jeremy fell down. She dropped her gun and tried to run towards him, but Mateo held her. She didn’t think Kai would do it. She didn’t think he would pull the trigger. She didn’t think that Jeremy would die. She didn’t know Jeremy as her brother. She didn’t get the time to bond with him at that level, but she still felt a dull ache in her chest. Her blurry vision made Kai fall to his knees, his head lowered. Faith and Mateo were standing behind him, so they couldn’t see his face.

I wanted to believe him because, for some reason, when I looked at him, I did trust him. “So what do we do now,” Summer asked Liam as she pulled me down onto the couch beside her. Liam knelt in front of us and put one hand on each of our cheeks. “This changes nothing. The plan stays the same. I need you to trust me.” “It's not about trusting you, Liam, but this money does change things. It's 25 thousand reasons for someone to give her up”. Summer snapped tears filling her eyes.

But now… now I’d rather fall twenty floors and splatter across the concrete than let Damien turn me into his pet. He thinks he’s different. He thinks his chains are gold instead of rusted iron. He thinks because his touch is rough, because his voice drips with control, that makes him some kind of god. He’s such an ungrateful bastard saved his life and not even a proper thank you. No. He’s just another devil. And I’m not bowing again. I press my forehead to the railing, chest heaving. My fingers ache from clutching it, but I don’t let go. “I’m not yours,” I breathe. “I’ll never be yours.”

The final piece. The detonator for the truth. "Goodbye, Liam." I push the button. The lights go out. And in the darkness, I hear his voice. "Aiden, wait!" But I don't wait. I jump. I don't know how far it is. I don't know where I’m going. I just know I’m finally falling. And for the first time, I’m not afraid of the ground. I’m afraid of what’s waiting for me in the dark.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

Everyone is around them, Aston, Cici, Blue, Seth, Gemma, and even Samirah and Damon, all with tears in their eyes. This, this is the result of war, of a person hungry for a power he has no business possessing. Death, suffering, grief. That’s all he accomplished here today and in the past. I look at my own hands, then my eyes go to Samirah, Damon, Seth, and now Serena, all people he has stolen from. I kneel next to Serena and Violet, my own tears falling as I take her hand in mine and place it over Max’s heart. I cup her face with my other hand as I start the prayer. She takes a breath and says it with me, everyone else following along.